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The Hermit

 

...rickety shack,
weeds waist high
in the yard.
I'd see the old man
picking poke salad
along Sycamore Road,
his mongrels trailing,
dog-eat-dog
for a morsel
of rabbit,
'possum,
or muskrat
until,
one day,
he
fell
dead
in his front yard,
lying in the weeds
for over a month
his body
providing nourishment
for the pack.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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